With the fury of fire
in the hollow of the air
ferociously impelled
by dark and brooding discord
powerfully rises up
in its violent fortress
solitary hatred.
There unseeing winter
beats its foaming waves
against the wounded rock.
The iron, obsessional,
in the harsh arrogance
of supreme resentment.
A rite in full pursuit
where is heard the blood
of the blackest horse
passing through the world.
Howling of the metal
in the leaves at night.
Radiance of the torches
so deep in the eyes.
Slashes of madness.
Death, death climbs up
to reach the very top
of a land of rubble
in the lunar hour
of all its vengeance.